His hands gripped her hips, his movements growing more urgent, more desperate, until he pushed deeper than before, burying himself completely. “Love you guys, but please—for the sake of my sanity—get a lock or something!”
The door shut behind him, leaving behind an utterly mortified silence. They stood there for a moment, foreheads touching, the warm spray surrounding them in a cocoon of quiet closeness. Sarah arched her back as she sat upright, her hands pressing against his stomach for balance. “I want to feel you come against me.”
His lips moved higher, over the swell of her breasts, up the damp column of her throat, until he finally reached her lips. Sarah pulled away from the kiss, her breath coming in soft, uneven pants. Her fingers wrapped around his length, positioning him at her entrance, her touch sending a tremor through him. Lily, already standing, slung her bag over her shoulder. The quiet hum of desire, the simple pleasure of skin against skin, spoke volumes. Her fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him into a kiss as she whispered against his lips, “I love you too.”
He picked up the pace, each roll of his hips sending sparks of pleasure through her, layering over the overstimulation until she was teetering on the edge of something devastatingly intense.
